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Love and Pride

She always went back to pleadevery time they fought,whether or not she was in the wrong,because she had swallowed her pridealongside his semen a while before;her self-esteem was wounded, at the very core.

He didn’t want to be with her;but he didn’t want to lose her.Thoughts of her filled him with pleasurewhen she was far away,and with disgust each timeshe came back to stay.There’s only so much one’s pride can take;my people often say “one day na one day”.

If Love and Pride could have sex,she [Love] would always like to stay on top.Pride would obviously be more sexually active;Love won’t be in control for long.

They fought again;they were both in the wrong.He waited for her return,but she’s wasn’t going back anymore.She had coughed out her senses;she had rescued her drowning pride.Now he huffs and puffs becausehe wants his stray bitch back,but “again” is a gain,and this time, as always, it’d be whose again?

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